I Need A Doctor ~+Maniac+~

[Lilith]

Yes, I'd like to visit someone.

Do you have an-

No, no appointment. But I'm a friend of his, I brought him somethings in hopes of his recovery. Is he able to take visitors yet?

Yes... And it is visiting hours... Alright. But for safety purposes I'll need to take down your personal details. He's under Police Watch at the moment, very serious incident.

Yes I know.

Mm?

-Heard. I heard it was quite bad, I'm... Very worried.

We all are. What's your name?

Lilith, Creighton.

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~+15 Minutes Later+~

Mhm, I have a visitor's pass right here.

Lilith shines the pass at the two Guards stationed outside the room. After watching the Amusement that bolstered her here, Lilith figured it'd be wrong to show up empty handed. So she brought along a nice little stuffed animal, a bright pink husky, a small basket of chocolates, and roses.

Black, Roses.

She enters the room briskly, not even waiting for a greeting or self-awareness, she shuts the door and smiles at the guards through the glass.

I hope you're suffering from late stage Pregnancy Scott, because that was one of the only gift-baskets I could find that didn't sicken me.

She tosses the hot pink stuffed husky at the prone Maniac. Dragging a chair across the floor of the room, loudly. She drops the basket on the edge of the bed before clutching the Blackened Roses in her arms as she sits down. Crossing her legs slowly she softly smells the top of one of the Roses with a soft smile before her eyes snap up. Glancing across the room at Scott.

No hyper meter stored? Rookie mistake Scott, never try to corner out an opponent with just Shield Slash. Always have some Anti-Airs buffered in the future~

A quip before she goes back to admiring the Roses in her clutches. Black Roses. Beautiful... Corrupt, and Tainted.

Truly, the epitome of Humanity.

So... Tell me why you failed.

A very unsettling gentle smile raises itself across her face.

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor let out a groan as the stuffed animal hit him. The impact itself didn't hurt, but the flinch reflex did. He wasn't smiles at the sight of Lilith. He had a couple reasons to be annoyed, pissed, or frustrated. First, he lost money. Second, his daughter's birthday present was ruined. Third, they wouldn't let him leave the hospital.

Nice to see you found out about my little scuffle. Too bad, you seem to have this idea that I work for you. Manor painfully adjusts himself as he looks at Lilith with a scowl on his face. Shame, since you seemed to be more humble the last time we talked. Manor looks at the roses. The roses are nice, too bad my wife would never let me have them.

A small change that causes a wince. So why exactly are you here? To tell me that I owe you or that you own me? Might want to save your breath if that's the case. Manor grabs a glass of water from the stand next to him, taking a sip, never taking his eyes off of Lilith.

[Lilith]

Humble is a strong word, it's one that somewhat scars me. Like sunlight. It's hell on Pale skin you know.

I'm simply curious, one would think losing Sixty-Thousand dollars would have been more than enough incentive for you to over come the pain, and absolutely tear Adrian in half.

Her smile stays, her fingers slowly tighten around the stem of a single Rose. The thorns cutting and piercing into her fingers, her gaze stays fixed on Scott before slightly tilting her head to the side.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend Scott. Having something in common is the only reason either of us tolerates each other to even this small amount of civility, do you not agree?

Her fingers tighten. The sensation of liquid pooling up on her fingers hits her, Lilith slowly raises her hand, lapping her tongue at the droplets of Blood adorning her slender fingers. Gently, gently.

... I do however find it charming you would think I'd owe you -anything-.

I, did not fail.

... It is curious as to why you'd fight so hard for a Comic Book. Sixty large may be a moderately large amount of money to spend on a Book, but you're not hurting for money Scott.

Is there a cute little story behind that, or do you simply really enjoy rubbing out paper cuts?

She lifts a single Rose from the flock, bending the stem softly before snapping it in half, she licks the broken tip for a moment, before dragging it around in the air, like a wand.

... I just want an explanation. You don't -have- to answer, but I'm sure it'd do wonders in our current arrangement. Of me not trying to kill you, and you not trying to do the same with soft little words and mics filled with gasoline.

I don't think you really want to lob one of those grenades into my dominion Scott..

...

-I- do not have the capacity for mercy such as yourself.

Why you endlessly allow people to traipse over you, and skirt the issue while on the mic, or worse yet in the ring... Is beyond even -my- levels of comprehension.

You would be so much better... If you only stopped....

Caring.

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor throws the glass against the wall causing it to break. Immediately, the guards are in the doorway and Manor glares more at them. It slipped so go back to standing out there like good trained dogs. I said I'd answer your questions later. Manor looks back at Lilith. Humble scars you? Then you should love it, since you seem like the type to enjoy getting new scars.

Manor rubs the bandage on his forehead. What exactly are you proposing here? Me leave everything behind and be the monster you want me to be? How about you tell me why you have it out for Adrian? Did everyone's favorite shell turn you down? Manor didn't know he might have just crossed a line with Lilith, but if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He wanted Adrian's head for personal reasons.

[Lilith]

A brief smile forms across her face as the guards phase in and out of the room, it quickly dies shortly thereafter. She turns her gaze to Scott, a slight twitch in her face can be seen before she physically 'rubs it off' by running her palm down her face, slowly.

...

Do you believe in God, Scott? Any God. It's funny, Religion was beaten into me as a child. I found some fundamental flaws in Religion, in ALL Religion. So I studied it, researched. Traveled to 'Holy Grounds' did it all...

....

You know what I came to in the end, Scott?

........

I could do it -SO- much better.

But there's a problem in that, a -God- doesn't have weaknesses... Supposedly. Adrian represents one of mine, he represents -Emotion-. Some small incredibly stupid, and distastefully weakened part of me...

....

Silence washes over Lilith. Now, if you know ANYTHING about Lilith Creighton. You know -silence- is not one of her claims to fame. Her mouth, how she pops off with it, and what goes inside of it. Her looks, mainly her body and the lower part thereof. The way she can cause controversy simply by showing up. These are things she is known for, that and her in-ring success. Silence, the inclusion of allowing someone ELSE to speak?

Not so much.

.... Well, that much is obvious is it not?

As for... you.

I am simply stating the obvious, emotional attachments. Moreover, the capacity for -Mercy- is not something that should exist in this business Scott. We are Modernized and over-sold Bastardized versions of Gladiators. These Men fought to the Death for amusement, for fame for GLORY and POWER.

Not for a belt.

Not for a PPV slot.

Not because some -Ruskie- with a Sinéad O'Connor - Complex told them too.

This is insulting to our lineage Scott. I speak not ONLY of you but the current 'business' in general. Remember our last discussion? About how 'sports-entertainment' was in my mind Evil? Can you HONESTLY say you disagree with me? Would you want other people mimicking this? This... over glorified version of a slap-fight? People with no business in speaking period get out there every night, and because they have a nice piece of paper with their name on it -- Think they can roll the dice and talk like big kids.

You must be sick of this Scott, you simply must. You were never one of the idiots I hated. I hated you for your involvement in spreading the system, not creating it. I hated you for your fame drawing in more fish unto my Ocean;

I hated you for your trifling with my Sylas.

But I never hated you for being incompetent. You MUST see what I speak of Scott.

You must.

Lilith stares ahead, blankly. Staring into Scott's eyes. She was quite serious about the way she viewed what.. What this had become. It was... Disturbing in her mind.

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Manor lets out a sigh. It wasn't so much the entertainment part he hated. It was people who tried to play it like he did, without understanding the why that bugged him. He moved his lips around before swallowing like he didn't want to say something. And yet here you are wanting me to be like I was when I trifled with your Sylas. All your favorites seem to either have disappeared or not be here. So you come to me, hoping I would give up my family and my patience to be what you call a gladiator.

Manor looks around a bit thinking it through. Weighing his family against what he wanted and what he felt. He was close to agreeing, but there was that one thing holding him back from agreeing without question. Even if I agreed with you and wanted to help you out, I can't turn my back on my wife and daughter. I won't break my little girl's heart. Just thinking about it exhausted Manor. Manor was human and like anyone else, wanted to be seen as the top person. To be acknowledged for what he knew was the desire of anyone with a pulse. But he couldn't just turn his back on his family he worked hard to protect from the business.

[Lilith]

A child... that -does- explain much.

Lilith rises from her seat slowly, setting the bulk of the Roses in her chair, taking the broken stem with her. She drifts gently against the floor, footstep by footstep, she reaches the bedside of Manor. Slowly she removes her coat, laying it down over the prone Scott, before she sits down -- Softly, on the edge of his bed. Pushing his forearm 'out of the way' to allow for her comfort.

Suddenly Sixty Thousand dollars finds it's way into the realm of sanity for a small trinket. My oh my... A little Maniac is sitting somewhere at home, wondering where Daddy is...

.....

And he caused it, Scott.

You can blame -ME- if you want, I don't mind being blamed for horrible acts of violence and bloodshed. But something tells me there's something inside of you that wanted Adrian's head on a platter before I sat on your shoulder and preached.

The bigger picture is not one you need to focus on, it's not something any human being can ever fully understand. You, all of you... Leave that sort of thing to other -beings-. And I now understand how empowering the feeling of dependence is. How much it feeds me. It's very fulfilling.. But back to the point;

I don't care if you have a family, I really don't. My own family is a source of misery, disturbed ideals and psycho semantic lunacy. No, no I'm simply pointing out... Adrian has disrupted it somehow. You have a previous hate for him, he's now involved himself in your familial life.

Comic or no, putting you here has interrupted with your duties as a husband and father yes?

You don't need me to convince you to harm someone Scott. You don't need my preaching and over indulgent ways of manipulation. You know I'm right. I've no doubt that fact annoys you inside out too, but you know it. To me, Adrian represents emotional weakness...

And career-based plagues.

This is a man who has a mixture of both you and I within him. He has the hatred and vile I invoke from the crowd, but in some arenas - in some cities and countries...

He's loved for it.

This is a paradox, it violates the ideal of this... tch, 'Sports Entertainment'. And I don't like that, remember?

I don't like him, Scott. He is loved by people for ripping off my attitudes, he's hated by people for talking a certain way or dressing a certain way despite his apropos skin color. He can get on a mic and dispense small -- Small, amounts of bile, but instead of wrath and distaste gets adulation and fucking praise;

This is MY realm.

I'm, the best on that mic. I'm, the best in that ring. I'm, the center of this fucked up universe, and it is indeed because I am that I -HATE-, IT SCOTT!...

But I'm a very selfish person by nature, another weakness I must cleanse myself of before trying to finish my Evolution. It was, -my-, circle. My spotlight, my time, my rules MY BACKSTAGE POLITICS AND MY FUCKING OBTUSELY DISTURBED 'HAPPY ENDING' SCOTT!!

Someone like 'Seven' does NOT get to take it away from me! It doesn't -MATTER- if I hated it, it doesn't -MATTER- if useless no talent hacks thought I didn't earn it or 'SLEPT MY WAY TO THE TOP' for it, it was MINE! And I...

Will take it...

Back.

And for that, we need to get rid of Adrian, now don't we?

Lilith stares down at Scott, the false and remarkably wicked looking 'gentle smile' finds it's way back across her face.

[Scott "Maniac" Manor]

Most of what Lilith said was in one ear and out there other. All he heard was Lilith talk about his duties as a father and a husband. How Adrian was the one who put him here. Reminding him that it's cause of Adrian, the big present he planned for his daughter was ruined. After so much time keeping things from getting personal for him, it was Adrian who did it. Maybe there was some head trauma keeping him from remaining calm and in control. Finally he would utter something out, though rather quietly compared to usual. I have to get out of here.

Manor starts to look around his room. I need my clothes. I gotta get out of here. Get some fresh air. Think this through. I need to do something. A bit frantic in his words almost like a mild panic. What if Adrian paid her a visit? What if she cheated on me? It's been a while. She's only human. I need to find my pants. The normally calm and in control Manor started to crack saying things he normally wouldn't.

[Lilith]

.....

Lilith watches as Scott, essentially runs around his hospital room like a chicken missing it's head. She smiles for a moment. It mattered not HOW it happened..

Only that it DID.

... That is a unsettling thought Scott... But I fear there could be some validity to it. We Women can be fickle beings.. It's amazing what a understanding shoulder and skilled fingers can cause any good Woman to do...

She waves off the notion almost as if it were "Impossible", knowing full well the horrible evil lie hiding behind it. Fidelity as at best, a mixed -Blessing- and -Curse- upon Lilith's own personal relationships. In some cases on her behalf, on some cases -their- behalf. But she knew the fear, the paranoia it could cause. It could be a very useful weapon.

Then again... do you really think Adrian would do something so underhanded? I mean...

A pause, a very intentional one.

Hm... Perhaps that's better left unsaid.

She stands up from the bed, slowly lifting her cost and hanging it over her forearm. She smiles in Scott's direction before smelling the single Rose in her fingers, closing her eyes softly.

... I'd be more concerned about your Daughter Scott...
..... If Adrian paid your family a visit, I would be much, more concerned...

..........

.....

About your Daughter.

She begins her trek to the door, slowly, letting each foot step echo in the temporarily silent room. She turns back with a smile on her face, waving the Rose in her hand at him.

... Adrian never was fully stable, I mean... He fell in love with me.

That -has- to count for something.

But I should be going now Scott, hopefully you manage to sort this all out, we'll talk about things more in-depth later on yes?

She waves once more, opening the door and bowing her head gently at the guards as she makes her way past, and down the hall. A soft spring in her step and a deviously sadistic smirk on her face. Today was a good day. A very, good, day.

... So much fun~